For what is it to die,

For what is it to die,
but to stand naked in the wind
and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing,
but to free the breath from its restless tides,
that it may rise and expand and
seek God unencumbered?
Kahlil Gibran

A flat, monotonous plain is not for me
I knew only one thing
Our deepest fear
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